Page 798 of End Game

Only then do I sit up.

The room tilts for half a second from the change in position.

Nothing serious.

I breathe through it and wait.

Micah notices anyway. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

He watches me another second before accepting it.

Cami lifts her head from his shoulder.

Her eyes find mine immediately. “You okay?”

I smile. “I'm good, baby.”

She starts to move.

Micah's hand tightens gently around her arm. “Nope.”

Cami blinks.

I laugh. “You stay there.”

“But—”

“He has you,” I tell her.

Micah's eyes flick to mine.

Something passes between us.

Not permission.

Not ownership.

Recognition.

Cami relaxes back into him.

Ronan and Micah check her marks together once she's more grounded.

Ronan examines the warmer areas left by the flogger while Micah follows the faint rope pressure lines, both of them looking for anything outside what they expected.

I stay close enough to see her face.

Not close enough to crowd them.

Ronan asks about tenderness.

Cami answers.

Micah asks if anything feels sharp or wrong. “No. Just... used.”

Dex snorts. “Relatable.”